Breckenridge is a ski resort town about 90 miles west of Denver. We stopped at a winery,
Canyon Wind Cellars, in historic Georgetown along the way. There we sampled five or six wines and bought the two we liked the most, a rose and a petit verdot.
Georgetown was one of the more elegant mining towns, with Victorian architecture and a train station. A train loop (above) is still operated for tourists. A mile away on the other side of Route 70, Silver Plume still looks like a rustic mining settlement.
The scenery along Route 70 is often spectacular. The boaters on this lake must really enjoy the snow-capped backdrop.
Breckenridge had closed Main Street for its annual beer festival, featuring local and German brews, along with live bands, grilled wursts, and even
wienerschnitzel. When we discovered Sarah's cousin working at the ticket counter, we wound up with more free beer tickets than we could use.
A few of the Breckenridge ski runs are already covered with a smattering of snow. The peak is 1299 feet, and we could feel the thinness of the air when we carried our suitcases up the stairs of the lodge. The evening was cool enough for a woodfire.
Sarah, Conor in his new hat, and Kathy at a scenic overlook. The brown trees have been infested with the pine beetle, killing millions of trees in the Rockies. In some places, fully half the trees were dead or dying.
Georgetown was one of the more elegant mining towns, with Victorian architecture and a train station. A train loop (above) is still operated for tourists. A mile away on the other side of Route 70, Silver Plume still looks like a rustic mining settlement.
The scenery along Route 70 is often spectacular. The boaters on this lake must really enjoy the snow-capped backdrop.
Breckenridge had closed Main Street for its annual beer festival, featuring local and German brews, along with live bands, grilled wursts, and even wienerschnitzel. When we discovered Sarah's cousin working at the ticket counter, we wound up with more free beer tickets than we could use.
A few of the Breckenridge ski runs are already covered with a smattering of snow. The peak is 1299 feet, and we could feel the thinness of the air when we carried our suitcases up the stairs of the lodge. The evening was cool enough for a woodfire.
Sarah, Conor in his new hat, and Kathy at a scenic overlook. The brown trees have been infested with the pine beetle, killing millions of trees in the Rockies. In some places, fully half the trees were dead or dying.
